It's two in the mornin' on Saturday night
At Rosalie's Good Eats Café
The onions are fryin', the neon is bright
And the jukebox is startin' to play
And the sign on the wall says, IN GOD WE TRUST,
ALL OTHERS HAVE TO PAY
And it's two in the mornin' on Saturday night
At Rosalie's Good Eats Café

The short-order cook with the MOMMA tattoo
He's a'turnin' them hamburgers slow
"Eggs over easy, whole wheat down,
D' y'all want that coffee to go?"
He never once dreamed as a rodeo star
That he'd wind up here today
At two in the mornin' on Saturday night
At Rosalie's Good Eats Café

There's a tall, skinny girl in the booth in the back
Wearin' jeans and a secondhand fur
She's been to the doctor, then called up a man
And now wonders just where she can turn
She stares at her coffee, then looks toward the ceiling
But, Lord, it's a strange place to pray
At two in the mornin' on Saturday night
At Rosalie's Good Eats Café

There's a guy in a tux and he stands in the corner
Feedin' the jukebox his dimes
He just had a woman and thought that he'd bought her
But found he'd just rented some time
And he couldn't sleep, so he come back to see
If anyone else wants to play
At two in the mornin' on Saturday night
At Rosalie's Good Eats Café

There's an old dollar bill in a frame on the wall
The first one that Rose ever made
It was once worth a dollar a long time ago
But, like Rose, it's beginnin' to fade
She's back of the register, dreamin' of someone
And how things'd be if he'd stayed
But it's two in the mornin' on Saturday night
At Rosalie's Good Eats Café

The stoop-shouldered man and his frizzy-haired woman
It's strange how their eyes never meet
He's playin' the pinball, she's fixin' the blanket
Of the baby asleep on the seat
And he's out of work and she's puttin' on weight
And, hell, they never did had too much to say
And it's two in the mornin' on Saturday night
At Rosalie's Good Eats Café

The waitress Darlene, she sits at the counter
Paintin' her fingernails blue
And the short-order cook, he yells, "Move it or lose it
And pick up an order of stew."
But someday a rich, handsome man will walk in
And carry her far, far away
From two in the mornin' on Saturday night
At Rosalie's Good Eats Café

The shaggy-haired hippie, he's finished his meal
And he's countin' the change in his jeans
Burger and coffee are 85 cents
And he's only got 23
He smiles at Rose and she winks back at him
But, Lord, that's a high price to pay
At two in the mornin' on Saturday night
At Rosalie's Good Eats Café

The baby-faced sailor, he leans on the phone
And dials the number again
While the guy in the tux tells the girl in the jeans
'Bout the wonderful places he's been
Then the wino comes in off the street and starts shoutin'
'Bout fortunes that he threw away
And Rosalie's askin' the shaggy-haired hippie
If he's got a warm place to stay
And the short-order cook takes a five from the till
While Rosalie's lookin' away
And the onions keep fryin', the neon is bright
And the jukebox continues to play
And it's two in the mornin' on Saturday night
At Rosalie's Good Eats Café.